Poetry Centre

Don’t sit next to me!

  • She was on the bus today
    the woman with the loud posh voice.
    Don’t you think the
    city centre’s a disgrace –
    workmen everywhere
    practically a no-go area.
    And look at that –
    as we neared the business school –
    no aesthetic values
    anywhere;
    take that woman at the Tate
    the one whose dirty knickers
    won the Turner prize –
    at which point
    I’m almost sure
    an old man upped and died.

    by Gillian Rathbone